Chapter 5. Dominance

"Morning, Captain." her men greeted her in one voice when Akane joined them for breakfast in the mess hall that wasn't really a mess hall.

Akane gave a rough sound of the throat in reply and helped herself to some cold, fried chicken. She suspected it had to be zapped before consumption in some fashion, but they hadn't the means for that in this compound. She found the meat tasty enough to eat cold nevertheless.

Her men resumed their breakfast talking amongst themselves, knowing better than to pester her when she had just woken up. Her morning moods were usually bad enough to make her want to commit murder. Today though, she couldn't really revvel in it the way she usually did. Everywhere she looked were silent reminders of how the Prince had made her swallow her words the previous morning. The mess was cleared up, by her men she supposed, and the table was back in place, looking battered. One of the chairs lay broken in a corner of the room and the wall behind Turles' back was cracked and stained with blood. Her blood. The sight of all this was very satisfying to her.

Akane tested the grazed skin on the right side of her face with her gloved fingers, feeling heat blossom between her thighs at the mental pictures of what her Prince had done to her. As if on cue, she became aware of him entering the compound and moments later he entered the mess hall, the look on his handsome face stoic. His dark eyes fell on her immediately and a shiver ran up her spine. The aggression she had found in him last morning was obviously still with him.

Ringo and Turles saluted him.

The Prince ignored them completely. "Let's spar." he said to her in his dark voice. It wasn't an invitation.

Akane grinned inwardly. She had awoken something in him alright.

"Certainly, my Prince." she took a bottle of water from the table, grabbed a couple more chicken wings and rose. To her men she said: "You two entertain yourselves today."

"Yes Captain." they quipped.

Vegeta had already marched out and she followed trotting to catch up with him, munching on another chicken wing in the progress.

"You should get some variety in your diet." Vegeta mentioned observing the meat dangling from her mouth.

"I know." Akane replied from behind the chicken wing. "I think I'm getting hooked on these."

A hint of amusement touched his otherwise impassive face.

Akane downed half the bottle of water in one deep draught and wiped her greasy face on her sleeve as they made their way out in silence. The Prince was observing her though, he was watching her very closely. His strong being was emanating something so snarled and tight and thundering that she thought he might just flip his lid on the spot. Somehow he had reins on it though. She found it remarkable. She wouldn't have been able to hold that in.

Outside the compound they ran into Turles' younger brother.

"Hiya Vegeta!" cheered the ever happy Goku.

"Kakarot." Vegeta spat.

Goku just smiled unfazed. "Are we sparring again today, Akane?"

"No." Vegeta answered curtly in her stead. "Go join the other third-class pricks."

"Maybe later Kakarot. And that's Captain to you." Akane hollered after him as the other Saiyajin ambled off inside merrily.

She followed Vegeta over to the large round spaceship he used for his training, the gravity-tank he called it, and watched him ram in a code on the panel at the side of the door very aggressively.

"Get in there." Vegeta demanded roughly.

The lights inside popped on automatically when Akane stepped inside. Vegeta banged the door shut behind them and Akane sensed him power up as he walked past her to the middle of the tiled cylindrical room. This new ability to read her opponent's power-level she had picked up from the Earthbound Saiyajins came in very handy. It beat the hell out of using a scouter. The battle power she found rising in her Prince was so staggering it made her shiver.

"I need to warm up first." Akane pointed out, knowing he already had a half day of training in by this time. For some reason that was beyond her, her Prince enjoyed getting up at the arse crack of dawn.

Vegeta took in his fighting stance across from her and her lust resurged at the sight of his well-built, powerful frame on full display in his blue spandex. He wasn't very tall, nothing like the stonking, burly men that served under her and leaner, less bulky. This made him nimble and elegant in his movement. Very well put together was this long lost Prince even he lost his tail, very attractive and virile. And very deadly as well. He was still bridling that knot of thunder in him.

"This is your warm up." Vegeta sounded severe.

Whatever it was that was bothering him, he was evidently about to take it out on her and the prospect, though daunting, thrilled her to bits.

Akane wasn't given time to ready herself. The Prince lunged at her and she just managed to block the fist that was thrown in her face. She retaliated with a knee to his gut which he warded off with a simple twist of his powerful body. She rammed her fist in his face hard instead, smirking at the snarl rumbling deep in his throat. He countered with a kick that sent her flying into the wall at her left. She recollected herself quickly and pounced him with a wrathful cry. The bout became exceptionally brutal. The Prince was setting free that which she had sensed in him, his furious eyes ablaze. She felt her desire for him grow in time with his ever rising battle power. His force was simply mind-blowing.

Akane was rammed into the floor for the umpteenth time that morning and crawled to her hands and knees, spitting blood onto the tiles between her hands. "You got the arse-on, Prince?" she managed to joke in between heavy panting.

Vegeta stood across from her panting slightly himself. He had some minor cuts and bruises but was otherwise unharmed. He hadn't even really broken a sweat yet.

"Something deprived me of my sleep last night." he answered, sounding very pissed off about it.

Akane picked herself up from the floor, ignoring her aching limbs, and crouched into her battle stance with a grim smile. He moved in to attack her again immediately. She managed to do him quite some harm in return as the battle wore on, but she started losing strength eventually. He was unrelenting. This was new. During their previous sparring bouts he had always brought his strength down closer to her level, given her a fair fight. Not now. He was trashing her without mercy. She feared him, she feared his power and his callousness and she felt high regard for him. She had misjudged him, living on this planet hadn't made him soft at all. He was proving this to her and clearly loving it too.

Akane powered up for one last attack, pushing herself to her utter limit. The Prince watched her do so and seemed to approve, or so the merest hint of a grin on his handsome face suggested. She drew her arms up above her head and braced herself for the force when strings of red energy came into being crackling in her hands.

"Red Whorl." she snarled.

She put a foot back and threw the ki-blast at him, the beam originating from her hands hurling after him as he took to the air. He turned and pushed out his hands in front of him, bringing his wrists together.

"Final Flash." Vegeta announced it calmly, almost as an afterthought as he let the mighty ki-blast rip to meet her red beam halfway.

Akane was shoved back as the two connected. The floor beneath her feet proved too slippery when she reinforced her stance and strained to drive even more energy into her attack, feeling herself sliding back slowly. Her Prince answered by pushing back lazily, his insanely powerful yellow beam quickly swallowing up more of hers. It had advanced to three quarters of the length and was still racing towards her.

"It's going to blow!" Akane managed to shout through gritted teeth.

"Let it." was all Vegeta said.

There was a blinding flash of light as both beams exploded with an enormous bang. Akane felt herself being flung into the air like a rag and just as she was about to hit the wall, strong arms caught her. Her eyes fluttered open to find the Prince smirking down on her.

"Warm up is over." Vegeta said, descending to the floor with her hanging beaten in his arms.

Akane managed to slap him in the face weakly. "That was a cunty thing to do." A wiped out grin touched her lips. "Prince."

Vegeta just laughed, the thunderous air about him having left his him now that he had let it all out on her. Somehow the gravity tank was still standing and Akane understood why he spent so much time in here. This was a place where he could crank it up safely during his training.

Vegeta kneeled to lay her down on the floor, his dark eyes holding her and the look in them was nothing less than starving now. He closed the gap between them, his lips finding hers and Akane opened up to him eagerly, curious and full of anticipation. His kiss was overwhelming, commanding yet also distinctly soft and sensual and it quickly took her breath away. She sighed in his hot mouth and surrendered to him like she had done the previous morning, making no objections when he pulled her deftly beneath him.

The pain from their battle was quickly forgotten, a whole different ache now taking hold of her. She yearned for him with every aching inch of her body. She pulled at his chestplates urgently and he broke the kiss, allowing her to pull his armour and then his shirt up over his head. He moved to undo her spandex bottoms in turn and pulled off her worn-out battle boots in the process. Akane hurried to remove her own armour and shirt, throwing both to the side roughly. She shivered under his lustful stare when she leaned back on her elbows naked.

A tiny smirk touched his handsome face, his eyes lingering at her sex. He extended his gloved hand to fondle the neat streak of fiery, cropped, red fur there. Not satisfied he stripped his gloves off and tossed them over his shoulder before returning to have a more thorough feel.

"I wondered if it matched your tail." Vegeta laughed deep in his throat, his glittering dark eyes finding hers again. "It pleases me that it does."

Akane's breath caught when he brought her ankle op to his mouth and started travelling her skin with his lips and tongue, his teeth grazing her flesh as he leisurely worked his way up the inside of her leg to where all her desire for him centered. The enjoying rumble that had started in his throat abruptly changed, becoming more of a threatening growl and faster than she could blink, he was on top of her again, her body trapped beneath his heavy form.

Vegeta grabbed her hair with both hands so roughly she feared he was going to rip it right out of her head. The sudden violence in him was detectible in his low voice as well when he said: "I can't stand your smell."

"My... smell?" Akane stammered thrown, unable to decide whether she should feel affronted or afraid. And he had been about ready to go down on her too. Did she really smell? She had never heard any complaints before.

"You smell, Captain." Vegeta repeated, but quieter now, brushing his lips against hers. "It will not do."

Akane struggled beneath him in an attempt to break free, choosing affronted over afraid. She couldn't get him to budge and instead snarled: 'What kind of smell? Are you saying I stink?"

Vegeta backed up a little and slipped his forefinger into her mouth, preoccupied with that for a moment. "It's a smell. Not all smells stink. It is unpleasant. An unpleasant smell. A sewer stinks. You smell." He snickered, retrieving his finger from her mouth before she had a chance to bite it off. He held it in front of her eyes in a mock warning gesture. "Careful now."

"Unpleasant how?" Akane spat now thoroughly abused.

In stead of answering, he dove deep into her mouth with his tongue. She felt him tug down his spandex in between her thighs to bare himself and he captured her bottom lip between his teeth as he slid himself neatly and very skilfully inside her. It made her moan in spite of herself, in spite of feeling insulted and threatened and at his mercy.

"It reminds me that you have been with the third-class." Vegeta clarified after a few testing strokes inside her.

Akane, relieved by his answer, relieved that it didn't have anything to do with her own scent, let out a loud laugh that soon changed into a helpless whimper as this rekindled his violence. He catered to it by roughly thrusting his hips, fucking her so hard and fast that tears soon started leaking from the corners of her eyes. He eased up then and forced her face to the side to lick away the wet streaks her tears had left on her scarred temple.

"I don't see why you should find this so amusing." Vegeta said, his voice strained because he was grinding her so deliberately. He slipped an arm to the back of her leg and dragged her open, her calf coming to rest against his broad shoulder. "It is an insult to my senses. You have me now and I don't share."

Akane had nothing left to say because by that time he had her mindless and flailing and begging for more beneath him.